Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:55:19 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Dad's Boys Club 6-13
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Chapter Six Getting into the club
The following background information is based upon the facts that I
reconstructed from the stories each player has told me.
Mr. and Mrs. Marino (Al for Alberto and Angel) were high school sweethearts
and had Larry just as they graduated from school. When Al was dating
Angel, her 10 year younger brother, Louis, played a major part in their
courtship. Angle had to look after Lou as both parents were working. Most
of the time, he was a pain in the neck but the longer they courted the more
Al liked the boy. He became a big brother to Louis, so much so, that when
Lou caught them making out in their parents bedroom, Al took him aside and
rather graphically explained what they were doing and showed Louis how a
penis could get large and be slid into a girl. If it went any further than
that, I hadn't been given the details.
Al and Angle were married and immediately had Larry. Lou continued on
through college and was the first one in their family to get a degree, in
Education. A few years later, for what ever reason, Angel's sex drive
dried up and Al's increased. Lou re-entered their lives at this time and
they picked up where they had left off, sexually. Lou had developed skills
that went way beyond Al's expectations. He'd become an info maniac. In
college he would date up to six chicks at a time and boasted to his
fraternity brothers that he could satisfy 2 or 3 babes a night. His goal
was to nail all six in one weekend.
Don't know if he succeeded or not. When he found learned, of the stressful
situation Al was in he offered to be his surrogate lover and it continued
to be much more than that. I think Mrs. Marino suspected something was
going on between them but as long as all parties were satisfied and there
was no strain on the marriage or family, she would accept it.
I don't think she realized how much sex the two of them were having.
Supposedly they were season ticket holders, but they actually spent game
nights in Lou's apartment where they heard or watched the games on radio/TV
and fucked themselves silly. Neither could satisfy the other and all the
screaming and yelling that was going on, caused by the rough sex they were
having, was covered up by the sound of the actual game. There were times
when Al would come home and not be able to sit on a hard chair for the
whipping his ass had taken during the game.
Maybe the direction their sex life had taken was caused by being board,
sexually. Something more stimulating, perverted, was needed to get them
both off. Lou kept mentioning the fixation he was having with Larry. Al
didn't realize things had gotten this hot and heavy between his brother in
law and his son, Lou's godchild.
Now that Larry was almost 12, he was becoming a man and since Lou had a
better rapore with him and had started to show him the ropes, it just
seemed logical to continue that way.
The way Al had lusted for Lou while he was dating his sister, Angle, Lou
was pretty sure Al had some interest in young boys also and he was out to
confirm that point.
He'd certainly told Al how much he liked this or that student---always
boys, and how and why they drove him crazy. He could see that Al was
always listening for more details and Lou supplied them, even if they were
a bit exaggerated. He also confirmed, emphatically, that he could and would
NEVER cross the line because the only career he knew, the one had worked so
hard to get and the only one he wanted, was teaching. He was scared to
death of loosing it through some stupid act of sex gratification with one
of his students. Because he knew the feelings of a predator, he was able to
convincingly explain to all the children what to look out for and IF any
such advances were made to them that they had to report it a responsible
adult immediately. The word got out and because the children were informed
and aware, there has never been a single incident of child abuse in their
district.
He got all the perverted sex he needed in the `Boy's Club' and he was
setting it up so that Al could also get the same satisfaction. It would
take some doing but he knew he could pull it all together once he had Al's
undivided attention.
He'd set it up for the four of us, Larry and me, his dad (Al) and uncle
(Lou), to go out of town for a weekend series between the Cubs and the
Cardinals in St. Louis. Both families, wives, mothers, were agreeable with
it. Again, they would be watching all the games on the motel radio and TV
while we fucked our brains out.
I stayed over night with Larry so we could get a very early start in the
morning. We had our usual good, active, time. I was so happy the way
things were working out. There was no doubt or fear about what we were
doing. At times he'd take the lead and be more aggressive and at other
times I would; we were always able to experience something new in satisfy
each other.
Our bodies were so warm, sleeping as close as we were, naked of course,
that we tossed the covers away. When Lou came in to wake us, and found us
in that position. We jumped outta bed, didn't bother to take a shower and
we skipped breakfast so that we could stop and have it on the road.
Larry's mom had packed us food for the trip and the weekend.
It was 5 a.m. and we were on our way. I had a mental hard on thinking of
what we were doing.
When we enter the expressway---there were no Toll Roads then, we began
asking and answering questions. It was all amazingly frank and honest. I
could never have asked or said such things to my dad.
We asked for and got more details about how Al and Lou got together and
what they were really into. A few of the terms went right over my head but
I was so interested in the other parts of their conversation that I just
couldn't break in and ask, `what does that mean'. Things like `blistering
an ass', `fisting', `scat'.
We shared with them, how and why Larry and I got together and what we had
gotten into. It was then that I learned why Larry had as much knowledge and
skill as he had. He'd been `coached' by his uncle Lou. Everything he knew
had come from Lou and he was a great coach, trainer. His father and I were
bug-eyed when we heard that he'd been drinking Larry's piss since he was 8
years old and that he'd had Lou's piss shortly there after, from both a
soft cock and a full blown hard on. I didn't get to see a hard on until I
was 11.
At just the mention of piss I realized that I hadn't gone yet this morning
and I reached for my basket to squeeze off the urge, saying,
"I gotta pee."
Larry said, "So do I." We were both in the back seat.
Lou's suggestion was,
"We're comin' up to a truck stop in a few minutes," and shockingly added,
"if ya can't hold off completely, siphon off a little to relieve the
pressure but save the bulk for the truck stop."
We both just looked at one another with smirks on our faces. With such
frankness, adult comments and suggestions, this was gonna be one hell of a
trip. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned over to dig out Larry's hose.
Lou turned his head, to see the action and Al pushed his face back saying,
"Keep your eyes on the road. I'll be the color announcer and describe
what's goin' on."
"He's reaching for the key to the basket.....found it. Now he's drawing it
down. Larry's unbuttoned his jeans and the playing field is fee and clear.
Fans, you'll never believe this but the player is not wearing any
shorts---he's buck naked---the crowd roars ****** Larry flips his bat a
couple of times in anticipation of delivering his load. The drinker grabs
the bat and takes control. A moment of silence as all parties come to
attention.
Then the announcer says, "Fans, I can hear the sound of bladders' being
emptied and sighs of contentment. I just can't distinguish if they are
comin' from the pissor or the pissee. A good time is being had by all.
"What's this? They are switching positions. Can ya believe that? There's
gonna be a second round." Again, the crowd roars to encourage all.
"Jean snaps poped, the zipper comes down and a massive cock is freed for
all to see and admire. There's applause at seeing the size of boy's tool!"
"What's this, there's a lull in the action. The pissee is removing the
pisser's jeans completely. Not only is the pissee not wearing shorts, he's
now completely nude from the waist down. There he goes, swinging his
mighty bat; oh that looks like a mean weapon. Ya could do some real damage
with that tool. The pissee can't wait any longer and he sucks up the
watering hose and drinks all the pisser has to offer.
"I have to remind the players of the coach's recommendation to siphon off
only enough to relieve the pressure. The Main Event is just up the road,"
ended Al's sports commentary.
While all this was so stimulatingly going on----it really had put a charge
in the boys act---performing to the roar of the crowd--- Lou had reached
around and pulled my jeans up to the front seat. He rolled down the window
(no electric windows yet), and a cool, re-freshing, morning breeze filled
the car.
The boys were smiling at the success of their accomplishment and licking
their lips to show off. As Larry scooted forward to pull up his pants, I
reached for mine but they were not there.
"What happened to my jeans?"
"I think they just blew outta the window----sorry about that." Lou said
with smirk in his voice and twinkle in his eye as he looked across to Al.
"We're comin up to the truck stop. If we turn around we'll loose a lot of
time and we still wouldn't know where to look. Doubt we'd find them.
We're all men here; ya can sneak in with just your shirt on----can't you?"
I heard Al, say under his breath, "Can't wait to see the looks when we
strut in with two boys at our side....one bare assed as new born babe!"
It was about 6:30 a.m. and the truck stop couldn't have been busier. I'd
thought there'd be a men's john around back---which there was---but Lou
headed us through the length of the store. When he saw Larry trying to get
close to me to cover me up, Lou switched side and was now walking between
us. After the first whistle of appreciation, I could feel every eye in the
place searching for the sight that deserved that recognition. They soon
found it and there were hands in the air, giving Lou and Al `high-fives'
for their demonstrating and sharing.
At first I was really pissed at him and embarrassed but then the
exhibitionist in me took over. I've never been so signaled out in my whole
life and I was really enjoying it. It was a long walk to the john and I
was getting more and more into it. So was Larry. I think he may have been
a little jealous. Just before we got to the end of the isle, he reached
over and pulled on my shirt; I helped him remove it and he flipped it on to
one of the display stacks. All I had on was my sneakers and I was
considering lickin' them off. Fortunately we were coming to the end of the
aisle and there wasn't time. Besides I was sooo enjoying being nude in
public.
IF that wasn't enough excitement when we finally made it into the privacy
and visual protection of the john, a lot of guys followed us in, adding to
the guys that were already there, taking their morning shaves. One really
cut himself at what he saw in the mirror.
It still amazes me that we did what we did with out instruction or
encouragement from Lou or Al. They went to the right and left farthest
urinals and we were left to the center ones, in full view of everyone.
I'll bet there were 10 guys gawking at us, watchin' our every move.
I stepped up to begin relieving my bladder. Larry took out his dick but
instead of aiming it into the urinal, he offered it to me. I dropped to my
knees and opened my mouth. Someone whistled. I pulled away and drank the
arc of golden piss as it streaked through the air. Then I followed the arc
to the source and gulped away---for almost a full minute. Before he was
completely empty he did a shocking thing. I had no idea he was as much as
an exhibitionist and I was.
He slipped off his shirt and let the last of his piss hit my chest. I
automatically smeared it around as I stood up to deliver my piss to him.
He dropped to his knees and sucked my hose into to his mouth, making louder
gulps than were necessary.
First, two of the men approached me with their cocks drawn and waiting for
a split second to see if there was any protective interference, there
wasn't, and they began to piss on me as I was pissing into Larry. When the
others saw that there was approval, they too joined in and in all, there
must have been 8 guys pissin' in and on us. Larry's jeans were soaked,
through and through.
When I'd finished pissing into Larry, I turned to look for Lou and he was
standing right next to me, still pissing on my leg.
"Wow, that was fun,....Dad....Where do we go from here?" not expecting an
answer.
"Next stop, Motel 66!"
In the stunned silence, ya could hear jaws dropping everywhere.
Al had brought a fist full of paper towels to dry me off but when Larry and
I refused, wanting to retain the stink we so enjoyed, he just dropped them
into the puddle we made on the tile floor. Still completely naked, I was
holding my sneakers, Lou lead us to the side door and we were all able to
run back to our car, which was parked on that side of the station. The
feeling of that cool breeze against our piss soaked bodies was thrilling.
We were giggling like the little kids we were at how naughty we'd just
been. The adults were smacking each other saying something about being so
devious.
"You'd planned this whole thing, didn't you? Can't wait to see what's next
on you list," Al smacking Lou's hand, held high in the air.
We were in the back seat, kissing in admiration, when the guys got in,
still wise-cracking about what they'd just pulled off. Before Lou started
the car, he reached under the seat and flipped me my jeans.
"Sorry about the shirt but if we went back to get it the crowed would have
been expecting an encore. What would we do for an encore?"
Surprisingly it was Larry, who said, "A fuck would be nice!"
"Don't mind being without a shirt; I like the smell of piss and I've never
had so much on me. Doesn't it smell cool?"
"I keep trying colognes but haven't found one yet that smell this good,"
Larry sighed, inhaling deeply.
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life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes:
w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.
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Chapter Seven Instructions
Lou began with, "Let's get back to business. We have some serious things
to cover if this trip is gonna be the success I thing it's gonna be.
"The whole aim is to see if we're ready and up to membership-participation
in the most amazing club I've ever heard of. Specific guys coupled
together with specific boys.
"This is a practice run. Ya might call it a try out to see that each side
is willing and ready to perform to the clubs standard. It's dangerous and
complicated. It's all right if we don't make it. There'll be no
condemnation or ridicule if any or all of use wants to back out. It's
definitely NOT for every one. In fact I'll bet there aren't one in ten
thousand---no I'll be 100,000 who would qualify for it."
This was getting serious and my cock was getting hard imagining what this
was all about.
"ABSOLUTELY EVERY CAUTION AND PROTECTION WILL BE OBSERVED; IF ANYONE AT ANY
TIME--I repeat myself for your complete understanding-- IF ANYONE AT ANY
TIME, for what ever reason, wants to quite, drop out, or stop..... all he
has to say is `No Thanks' or `Uncle' and that's that. The act will stop
IMMEDIATELY!"
We asked for but didn't receive any additional information.
"You'll know what you need to know when you need to know it. It would take
something away from the whole picture if you knew everything up front."
It's amazing to me that each of us knew certain things and not other things
about what was going to happen. The real surprise to me would be to know
that Larry knew a lot more about it than he'd ever let on. In fact he said
absolutely nothing about it. That was proof that he understood and obeyed
the requirements.
His dad, also, for as agreeable as he was to get into this, he had no idea
what it all meant and he was the biggest challenge for Lou. He considered
it a 50/50 chance that Al would pull out.
I was a cocky little kid, thrilled to be playing with the big boys and was
sure I'd do everything and anything to make it. That night my will to
succeed would be seriously tested by Larry, the love of my life.
We were coming into the center of a town and were going to stop for
`brunch'.
"Get a shirt outta the trunk; go to the rest room and splash some of the
aroma of piss off you-----and NO you're not going to be able to show off
here. I know what you sick little minds are thinking. We're not going to
piss our way across the state."
I did and we did-----wash some of it away---not piss across the state.
We were encouraged to eat heartedly `cause knowing what our real appetites
were anticipating, we wouldn't be stopping for anything else today. From
here on, it's gonna be `suckin', pissin' jackin off, fuckin' and then some
more fuckin' Pissin' and maybe even a little butt warming and eating."
Didn't understand the last two but the first three were fine with me.
A waitress greeted us and sat us at the only table left, which was in the
corner. It was basically breakfast but with all the trimmings: sausage,
fried potatoes, pancakes bacon and eggs---three each. Al requested that it
be brought in courses, not all at once. As a good Italian Al like ALL his
servings hot.
"And could we have our orange juice and coffee right away?" They were most
efficient and accommodating.
Just as the orange juice arrived, Al pulled out a magazine he'd bought
while I was having my shirt removed. He opened it up to the center fold
and offered it to us. Fortunately he'd selected an out of the way booth so
we were fairly secure. Boy was that Hot. The guy, a real stud was
reclining on a buffet table, resting his head on he outstretched, bent,
arm. His other arm was behind him. His crotch was bulging in the center of
the fold and ya could fold and unfold the center so it looked like his
covered cock was trying to get out.
It was REALLY hot. On the rest of the pages, there was coverage of a
nudist camp site and while you couldn't see every bodily feature, it still
was a bone popper to see so many people naked on the sand.
As stimulating as all this was, it was a ruse to keep our attention away
from what Lou was doing. He'd consumed half of every glass of orange juice
and slipped it under the table and refilled it with his own, rich, morning
piss and then slipped them back to each of our places.
There was now a waiter bringing us our next course so Al snatched the
magazine from our hands. I think the waiter recognized it `cause he said,
"Put your story book away boys; it's time for breakfast."
Lou looked at him and he looked at Lou. They both had tiny smiles on their
faces.
Lou then looked at Al, who was staring, admiring the bulge he could see
even behind his waiter's apron, commenting,
"A basket like that needs to be filled. There'll be a nice tip to fill
it."
"I'm looking forward to that......I think he added as he walked away, "the
filling...... not the tip."
We were there for almost an hour and the food was delicious and it all did
get consumed. The orange juice caught every ones attention. It wasn't as
cold as ours at home but it sure did have a tangier taste. I was about to
ask for a refill but Al slid his over to me, saying,
"Here, you can finish mine." He had a shit-smiling grin on his face as he
looked toward Lou.
As Al went to pay the bill, (He'd left a couple of tens on the table--a
huge tip in those days) he complimented on the fine food and especially the
service, saying where's our waiter?
"I think he's on his break."
"You guys go to the car; I gotta make a pit stop."
In the john he found what he'd hoped to find: The waiter taking a smoke
break. He stepped into the B/F larger stall and Al slipped in with him. He
tossed his butt into the toilet and it made a hissing sound, while Al was
undoing his pants. He didn't even wait to slip down his jockeys; he just
whipped out his massive and I mean massive cock and sucked him dry. The guy
has been jilted by his girl friend last night and he was hornier than hell
and shot massive loads of cum into Al's mouth. They both thanked each
other saying that they had to get back to work.
"We're headed to Motel 66 to fuck our brains out' and if that wasn't
shocking enough, he confirmed, "not my brother and I.......our sons and
us!"
The waiter smacked his face into the edge of the open door, in shock. He'd
have some explaining to do later, about how he'd gotten that black eye.
That was the conversation stopper for the next few miles. By early evening
we'd reached the motel and quickly registered, asking for an end, quiet,
room as we'd be spending the weekend listening to the game and didn't want
to disturb anyone. There was a strange look on the clerk's face, almost
asking why we weren't going directly to the game.
Suspecting that, Lou added, "Our kids are afraid of crowds."
The clerk smiled and nodded.
Lou is always thinking, planning for every situation.
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This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes: w/s, teen sex,
consensual incest and spanking.
IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
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me. Author: Hugh Sacks.....hughsacks@hotmail.com
Chapter Eight First night in the motel
When we got into our adjoining rooms, we quickly checked out all the
features. It was the very first time I'd ever been in a motel or hotel
room for that matter but I sure wasn't going to let them know that. I was
impressed but Al and Lou shrugged their shoulders saying,
"It ain't the Hilton but it will do quite nicely. Check out the square
tub......four'll fit nicely, don't ya think?"
"Yea and there are plenty of towels and a fair size T.V."
Their room has a king size bed; ours had twins, which was fine with us as
that's all we ever had while sleeping together.
I surprised the others by being the first one outta their cloths. Larry
was use to me that way but he enjoyed being stripped so after putting the
things from my bag into the drawer and slippin' outta the few cloths I did
have on, I went into the other room and saw them checking out how the
T.V. worked. Neither of our families had remote controls.
Seeing Larry standing there in all his cloths, I stood behind him, stroking
his ass, and brought my arms around him and pulled his shirt up and over
his head. The guys saw the act and one sat on the edge of the bed and the
other dropped into the lounge chair to see the strip show.
I would have thought, because of the fear of intimidation for touching
another guy, that I would have been shyer, more restrained BUT now that I'd
exposed my self in my walk through the truck stop store, I guess I really
am a die-hard exhibitionist---a show off. My hesitation lasted a mere
second and while still standing behind him, I snapped open his jeans and
slid down his zipper. He was getting in to this `de-pants-ing' thing; of
having it done in front of his father.
While I pulled them down, I also knelt down behind him and when he bent
over to slip outta his sneakers, his ass was right in front of me. I'd
seen, played, with it a couple of times before but this time it was
different. It looked different, smelled different, and the urge to kiss
his cheeks became paramount. So I did. I kissed and licked both
cheeks.....and enjoyed it very much.
He stood up and was about to flex his cock, but I took over---still behind
him, so I couldn't really see what I was doing---and began to flip it up
and down and then, for the first time, from side to side, hip to hip, as
though I was waving a.......
`HELLO, guys....I'm here and ready".
"If this is the opening act, I can't wait until we get into the main
feature," Al said.
"OH you ain't seen nuttin' yet; you're gonna be very impress with what the
boys can do," was Lou's response.
Al knew, assumed, his son was sexually aware or active but he certainly had
no idea of how much he'd learned from his uncle. For that matter, Larry had
no idea the breath of interest in or the depth of sexual activity his
father had. This weekend was gonna be an eye opener for all of us.
While his cock still wasn't as hard as I'd know it to be, he pulled me
around to the front of him and with both of his hands on my face, he began
to kiss me. That also sent a rush through my body. Yes, as our cocks
intertwined, which is always a rush, having his father see his son
romantically kissing another guy gave me the biggest charge. I could see
Al's reflection in the dresser mirror and his dad was surprised, pleasantly
surprised, seeing his son kissing another guy.
By the time we'd broken our kiss and turned to look at them, they were in
the final stages of getting' naked also. Obviously, I'd seen Lou in this
beautiful state before but had only seen Al naked once and that was from
quite a distance... from the top of the stair case and even then he had it
inside Lou's ass, pumping away.
I'm not sure I, we, were the more aggressive or if it was Al who wanted to
show off to his son, but there he was, naked, standing right in front of
us. We sat on the edge of the king size bed and both began to explore the
treasure that had helped create this youthful boy, his son.
As an Italian and construction worker, he was larger, fuller bodied and
coarser than Lou. He was also much hairier. Dark but silky soft black
hair was all over his body, especially in the groin. That would all change
later in the tub when they let us shave them.
And, as a true European, he was uncircumcised. I could see where Larry had
gotten his cock from. Al's was simply the largest one I'd ever seen and it
wasn't even hard---though all this action had gotten it fuller, thicker.
In later `play-dates' we got out the yard stick to compare our equipment
both hard and soft.
That was an interesting study `cause in a science class in school we were
recording the size of things. OH how I wanted to include these but there
again, is where my shyness stuck it's ugly head in.
Al's was the biggest: 7" long soft; 8 ½ to 9 rock hard and a massive 6 1/8
in circumference! Lou's, cut, was the longest @ 7 1/8" and 9½ - 10 hard;
5½ thick. Larry was the smoothest, sweetest at 6" long but with a massive
amount of skin to play with; hard, in the beginning, got to 7+ but later he
could get it up to a rock hard 8" and was also 5 ½ thick.
I held the bottom of the list: a mere 5 + long, with a fair amount of skin
and could only produce a six incher at this age but by the time I'd grown
to his age, I could suck my own 7 incher, fuck the hell outta any ass with
a rock hard 8 1/8 incher; it was a wicket 6" in circumference.
What I did have, even from early on, was a magnificent sack of balls. Even
at the age of 11, they were the size of prunes and when fully developed
they were the size of apricots or peaches. They even felt like peaches at
play time and wrinkled prunes after shooting everything they had to offer.
I could shoot a good load, when properly stimulated or when I'd tortured
them by holding back when I was ready to shoot. Larry always had more in
quantity and could shoot for an amazingly long time---he had that much
control---but I just had to give it all I had, when it was time to deliver.
We'd both be impressed with my own dad and a friend of his who was a true
info manic and could shoot load after load after load in a matter of a few
hours.
That's a long description, but a necessary one to keep it all straight, but
we were intent on exploring this new found treasure. I liked, was
impressed, with the smell of Larry and his cologne but this was my first
experience with the smell of true raunch. Even before sucking his cock
into my mouth, I buried my nose into his basket and just inhaled, deeply,
for a long time.
Al sensed what I was experiencing and as he held his cock up so I, we,
could get to his smelly balls, he spread his feet apart and his balls swung
free. Now there was even more aroma. I shifted my face to the side and in
a tilting motion, suggested that Larry try out my newly found discover. He
was as eager as I was to explore the cock `n balls that he'd seen before
but could never have imagined that he'd be able to get this close to, far
less, be able to explore in this manner. After all, this was his father.
He couldn't wait a second longer. He'd sucked cock before, lots of times;
what he was after was the aroma and taste of his father's balls. He would
be doing that for a loooong time.
Sensing the direction this was all taking, Lou came around to my side and
offered me the same opportunity. I'd been there before but never with the
same intensity and interest. I was impressed that he smelled a raunchy as
he did. Knowing what he was planning, he hadn't showered in days and had
even left all his piss, to dry in his crotch.
As always, Lou was the leader, the consummate coach and when he positioned
himself to the pillow end on the left side of the bed and drew his legs up
and over his chest, Al did the same thing and Larry immediately followed as
though his mouth had been glued to his father's ass.
This gave us much easier, broader, access to their most admired, sought
after, balls and assholes. I'll bet we sucked them for an hour, encouraged
by their loud moans of amazement and appreciation. By the time each of us
was willing to give up our trophy and try the other body we'd gotten them
so clean that the only real difference I found between Al and Lou was the
additional hair. I found that most desirable. I like the masculinity of
it.
Lou gave me this advice, coaching tip: "He likes it rough; the rougher the
better. Bite his balls; pull on his sack with your teeth.
I did and he really moaned, loud and long. Even with his legs over his
body, his ass was squirming and pumping up and down wildly. It was all I
could do to keep a hold of his nuts with my lips and teeth.
It became apparent to me that Larry had, in fact, had more experience with
all of this than he ever lead me to believe and that was fine. It just put
more pressure on me to play catch up and I was very good at that. The
challenge was on: who could do more, better, faster, longer? I was
determined to win.
I was panting and perspiring and I guess Larry or all of us were and we
mutually decided to take a breather, rest.
All dropped his legs to a normal position forcing my head up and through
his legs so that it was now resting on his stomach and yes, it was
pulsating, slightly.
Larry said, "This is fun. Havin' a good time?"
"OH YEEEEAAA. I'm having a great time........," was my response.
Al helped me snuggle up further on his chest and my fingers were twisting
his chest hair. As I got to his nipple area he forced my mouth over the
right one and I just instinctively knew he wanted me to suck on it. Didn't
understand why; it never did anything to Larry or I as we did it but what
the hell, if that's what it took to turn a guy on, do it. Only this time I
also did what I'd done to his balls and I bit, firmly on his nipple.
He didn't let out as loud a yell but he did squeeze, pinch, my ass
cheeks. When I stimulatingly bit the other one, his full cupped hand
smacked my ass and that sent out a very loud SMACK!!!! I certainly
couldn't see it but I imagined that it was turning pink and white as I
sucked on and on. His next smacks were much lighter and he wound up just
scratching his fingers across my ass.
What I didn't like and I was embarrassed that he sensed it right away was
when he pulled, pushed me, up to his face and I felt the stubble of his
unshaven face. I didn't like that and I also didn't like it when he began
to kiss me. It was to course, breath smelled of tobacco or what ever. I
pulled away. That was the last time he'd kiss me on the mouth.
The opposite was happening `tween Lou and Larry. They were into kissing
hot and heavy. I had no idea tongues could be that long or project outta a
mouth that far. While they were doing their thing, Al flipped me over and
put me in the position he'd just been in and began to lick and suck my weee
little balls.
With the experience of this move, it was quick and easy to get into the
right position. If there was ONE thing that I learned from this trip, and
I'd learn tons of things, it was the many positions that were useful to
many things. By comparison, Larry and I had only scratched the surface of
what to and how to do it. It was like taking a Master's degree course at
the age of 13. BUT I was a quick learner and `all my coaches' were master
instructors.
+ +
Somewhat the same thing was happening to both Larry and I so the telling of
the next events could simply be doubled and you'll get the gist of what
we'd gotten ourselves into. Al went from my nuts to my ass hole. He was
able to force my legs WAY over my chest and in so doing spread my cheeks as
far apart as they would go. First he licked and slobbered everything.
Then his long tongue began fuckin' my hole. That really sent chills
through my body and now it was my turn to moan and I did.....BOY DID
MOAN!!!!
It was now time for a change of position. I was feeling cramped being held
in such a vice grip. My legs returned to a more normal position and as
they did he got into the kneeling position, sitting back on his calves. He
drew me up and over them so that my butt was resting in his groin. I could
feel the bulge of his cock against my ass. He began playing with my cock
with his coarse hand and it was no trouble at all to let him have his way,
so I immediately got hard. Just the thought of having such an adult
playing with me was awesome. It seemed so natural to have Larry, a school
chum and dear, dear friend doing it but with almost a stranger, a father,
it was soooo stimulating.
The even better stimulation was when he got my now hard cock into his mouth
and began to suck on it. I almost shot at the first suck, but that's a
hard thing to do when you are upside down and on your back.
Larry and Lou had gotten into the much more natural position of standing in
front of one another with the sucker on his knees. Al recognized this and
we too got into that position. The games had begun in earnest. Who would
come first, or be able to make it last? What would happen to the trophy of
cum?
Larry and Lou were taking it at our usual slower, more enjoyable pace. Al
was just the opposite. He had control of my head and was rapidly ramming
his very thick cock into my mouth. I felt completely out of control and it
hurt. The `UNCLE' word flashed through my mind for a slit second but then,
like the smack to the ass, I found myself enjoying or at least, putting up
with the pain to see how much I could take or how long it would last.
I took it all and it didn't last all that long. It turns out that he'd
blown it. It was too much to fast and I had no experience in dealing with
that massive a cock. Maybe he realized this or maybe the thought of mouth
fuckin' a kid was more than he could handle. He was so excited that he was
ready to shoot long before I or our partners were ready to observe it.
Al pulled back, grabbed his monster with both hands, gave it just a pump or
two and then screamed expletives:
"HOOOLLLY MUTHER--- this is one FUCKIN' hot kid ya got here. Little cunt
is eager and able to take it al...And he'd gonna GET IT ALL"
And then started shooting but was way outta control and let it fly every
where. Two shots did land.. no HIT my face with such force that I could
actually feel them. I immediately scooped his cum up with my fingers and
sucked it into my mouth, I was so anxious to taste another mans' juice. It
did taste completely different. It was much more solid and almost sour but
sour in a good sense like bitter sweet chocolate. I wanted to chase after
the shots that went over my head but they were no where to be found.
We fell to the bed, panting, to watch the more experienced team. They were
still sucking long and hard. I was amazed at how much, how often, Larry
was able to consume. I don't think I got by a third of Al's cock into my
mouth and here Larry was able take the whole thing. His uncles 9" was
completely inside Larry's body, mouth, even if only for a second. Larry
was able to twist or turn his head, seeming to have his uncle `screw' his
cock into his body. Maybe it would get stuck there like I'd seen dogs when
they were fucking. Either the male couldn't pull out or the bitch wouldn't
let go and it looked like they were stuck together while trying to pull one
ass from the other.
I could tell Lou was ready to shoot as his knees were bent a lot and he was
holding Larry's head perfectly still. Then he let out with the foul
banter,
"Ya fuckin' little CUNT boy....Take it...TAKE it allll..Take `ur uncles
sweet cream of JOY !"
I could tell Larry was holding it all `cause his `Adams apple' didn't move.
Lou's stomach muscles were rippling as he slowly withdrew his might rod.
He bent over and kissed him on the top of the head. Larry crawled on to
the bed, were I was watching in rapped interest and he offered to kiss me,
to share the precious nectar. He made me dig for it. I rolled my tongue
into a scoop and forced it between his tightly closed lips. Gradually I
penetrated the protective wall and was rewarded with this gift from his
uncle. I'd tasted it before; it was soooo much sweeter than Al's and there
was soooo much more of it. In fact as we were being observed, they too got
into the kissing act. It seemed strange seeing other men kissing,
especially men we both knew. Then one kissed me, to get a taste and the
other kissed Larry. That cum was making the rounds of four mouths and
getting thinner and thinner but it still tasted wonderful.
This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes:
w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.
IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
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Chapter Nine End of first motel night
It was now quite late; way past our normal eating time and while we'd
filled our bellies much earlier we had the urge to eat something. The
sandwiches his mom had sent were still in the box as were the cans of
soda-----of all things `Orange Crush'.
We got them out and sat around the table talking about what had happened
earlier and just now. I can't tell you how wild it felt, sitting that
close to adults, talking about things I wouldn't have the guts to talk
about even in the school locker room with kids my own age. When Lou popped
his can of soda and guzzled down most of it he stood up and pinched the
head of his cock and carefully aimed it over the can opening. The sound of
his piss entering that metal can was sooo cool. Al did the same thing,
except he reached over and poured half of his drink into the sink. He too,
then, pissed into the can. Then they each offered their cans to us. We
looked at each other and just shrugged our shoulders as much as to say,
"What the hell. Why not?" and we took a sip.
"This tastes like this morning's O.J. only with a fizz."
"That's exactly right. It's called pissorange and that's THE only way
you'll be getting orange juice around here !"
We did the same thing: Gulped down half the can and then piss `til it was
full.
"OH you guys are fast learners. And you have THE best, sweetest tasting
piss in the world," was Lou's compliment. And this is so true; while it's
thinner, it's also much sweeter, milder.
+ +
It was now 10 P.M. and way past our bed time but the schedule called for
yet a couple more things.
The primary function of this trip is to see if we are all ready for the
next, quantum leap, sexually. As it was laid out in the car, it has to be
with everyone's complete understanding and agreement. So Lou laid out the
routine:
"Your dad and I are gonna fuck each other. We know you've seen us do it
before, `cause I set it up that way." (Larry looked at me, saying with
silent eyes, that he knew what and why they were doing what they were doing
when he took to the top of the stairs to watch them fuck.)
I just think ya should see it up-close-and-personal. Watch and learn for
the pros. I don't think I need to tell you this but we assume that you'll
then take the hint and fuck each other. Just take your time; be gentle and
loving as I already know you both are. Do it in your own private room,
away from critical eyes.
And with no further ado Al stood up and bent over the table, demonstrating
without saying a word, the `doggy' style. He had his hands and arms cross,
with his head resting on them as a pillow, as though he was in a very
familiar position. Lou smacked his rod across Al's ass a couple of time.
He spit on his cock and smeared it around and then another long `hacker'
into his hand and then smeared it into Al's waiting ass. It only took a
shove or two and they were off and running. In no time at all, all ya
could hear was the smacking of flesh against flesh. He was being plummeted
so fiercely that the table was moving across the carpeted floor. I was on
one side and Larry on the other so we had perfect views of what was
happening.
Most of the shoving was done with Lou's rod in Al's ass but every once in a
while, to emphasize the intensity of the act, Lou would pull out completely
and Al's ass would snap close. With no hesitation at all, this weapon of
destruction would rip open the hole and be shoved, full force, completely
into his sewer hole of an ass. Sounded like my hand as it smacked against
the bread dough as it was kneaded on the kitchen table when I helped mom
make bread.
That's when the smiles of approval became the broadest on their faces. A
lot of `OH yea's and FUCK ME'S were uttered that night.
Then Al took my arm and guided me around to the ass that was getting
plummeted. Lou gently put his hand on my head, suggesting,
"Open wide......."
And the stroke that should have gone back into Al's ass, went into my
awaiting mouth. I had a chance to taste the moisture of a fucked shit hole
and then I felt the popping of cock vanes as shot after shot after shot of
hot cum filled my mouth. This was not for saving and sharing; this was a
gift to be consumed, swallowed and swallow I did. I learned later that he
alone was capable of shooting that much, that soon.
There was a respite but a very shot one. We each polished off the last of
the sandwiches and the little that remained in the pissorange cans.
Then they demonstrated another position. Lou got on the bed and drew his
legs over his body. I thought he was gonna eat his ass but he smeared some
lotion he'd taken from the night stand on Al's massive cock and then into
his hole. This fucking took a lot more tries, to get full penetration. I
could only imagine what a cock the size and width of my wrist would feel
like and just at the thought of it, I felt pain.
I know, we'd seen them fucked longer than this but I guess they were doing
this as a demonstration and not an act of love. The bed was bouncing up
and down, making all sorts of noise. Larry turned up the sound on the
T.V. to cover it up, just in case.
I motioned Larry over to take his turn, as I sensed that that's what was
about to happen. They did keep at it a while longer with both talking
dirty to each other. Comments I'd never even heard in the school yard but
even so, being said by these adults in this situation, they sounded so
dirty, nasty, and sexy.
Larry was laying on the mattress right next to the ass getting fucked and
like a baby bird, with its beak wide open and squawking to be feed.... and
he was. Al was about to cross the line and feed his own son the seed that
had produced him. I don't think Larry was as aware of that detail. I knew
that all he wanted was to taste his own dad's jism!
Larry drew his face against his uncles' ass cheek and as Al's fuck piston
was withdrawn, with all the slime from the shit channel coating it, it was
offered to Larry, to suck and clean. This was a quite a challenge and
while he hesitated for a second, he considered all the other things that
had been offered, knowing that it wouldn't be wrong for him to do so he
did.
He started out by licking, and it must have tasted good, `cause he
immediately sucked the dirty cock into his mouth and cleaned it all off.
As I had done, he eagerly accepted it and swallowed it all. His gulps were
much louder, suggesting that he was getting more in quantity than I had,
and that was fine. It was his dad's and the first offering might just as
well be a full blown one. It WAS.
+ +
We all laid in that bed for a while, all inter twined so ya could hardly
tell whose foot or hand was whose. Hands were gently stroking the closest
body part; nips were being sucked and assholes were being filled with
probing fingers. A couple of fingers were brought past my noise and as I
recognized the aroma of the cum I'd just consumed, I licked them clean and
it did in fact taste sweeter than the original offering.
I was able to find my way across and on top of the bodies to get to my
desired target: Lou's mouth; I so wanted to be kissed by him and to kiss
him in return. I was not disappointed. His lips were large and soft; his
tongue, incredibly long and tasty. He slobbered great amounts of saliva all
over my lips and then sucked it all back.
"Thank, you,....thank yo....very much. I've have wanted to do that for a
very long time," I whispered.
"OH you are most welcome. I've wanted to have yours for just as long a
time. Promise me this: Now that we know each other this well, that you'll
never hesitate to ask me too or do anything to or with me. Between us
there is just a `go for it' action plan; "Promise?" was Lou's equally,
quiet, personal, almost secret, whisper.
"I Promise!"
Finally Lou said it was time for us to head off to our own room while they
finished up their act. What ever that meant.
The intensity of the direction came to a screeching halt when Lou added the
question. Looking at Al, with a wrinkled forehead, he said,
"What about dinner?......they're supposed to fuck?......! and we'd planned
on using the square tub."
Larry and I looked at one another and almost shrug-ed our shoulders,
wanting to ask what that was all about but we didn't have time.
"OH SHIT (pun intended) I forgot about that as we don't want to clean out
our asses but they certainly need to," was Al's response and continuing
with,
"Boys, have you taken a crap today?"
We stood there, wondering why and hesitantly said, "No."
"Well, it might not be bad thing to do before you shove your dicks up your
asses and besides, the plan for the day was to end up in the tub together,
pissing our bladders' out. Just didn't think there would be time. What the
fuck, it's only 11:30 and ya don't have to get up in the morning. Think
you're up to it? You won't fall asleep on us in the tub, will ya? You have
been up 18 hours now," were Al's questions.
"Guess the answer is yes and no," Lou said, watch-ing us head for the tub.
We all got in. Lou and Larry squatted down as Al started pissing all over
them; Larry's eager bucket mouth approached the souse of the spray. I
pissed across to Lou, who leaned back and just smeared it all over his
`pects' while pullin' on his tits.
This was so freaking funny: Guys so nonchalantly pissing on each other.
Every where else I've ever taken a piss, you're suppose to do it almost
secretly---no one was suppose to see or know what you were doing. Now this
was a lot more fun and exciting. Walking through the station, showing off,
was just something a little kid does, knowing that he'd shock everyone and
embarrass his parents. The thing about getting' pissed on is public, in
the truck stop, was a real turn on; the first time that had ever happened
or I'd ever thought about having it done. Now it all came true. Guys can
just piss on one another in semi public. Pissin' will never be the same
again.
We switch positions quickly so there'd be enough to go around. I'd tasted
each of theirs already; what I really wanted to feel, sense, was being
covered in a shower of piss. Now it was happening and I just reached for
all their cocks, trying to get them all to piss on just me. The adults
were more interested in drinkin' our piss as they hadn't had that pleasure
yet.
Al laid back, tilting his head and urinal mouth under my prick and I was
able to overflow the urinal with the force and quantity of my supply.
There was a lot more than any of us had suspected and we all had a GRAND
time. We all stood there in silent admiration for our talents.
The adults were the first out and as they headed back to their bed,
dripping of piss, they suggested,
"Do what ya, want, but being the first time (I think they chuckled under
their breaths) we might suggest stepping into the shower after takin' you
dump. Love making doesn't have to smell like a toilet.
"Now shit and get to bed. Just one thing though: Don't flush. Leave both
your loads in the bowl!"
That was a weird, perverted command but was dutifully followed. Larry went
first and I could see the monster he'd left. It almost filled the bowl.
Mine was much smaller but more golden in color and laid across his
offering."
While we were shitting, they continued the requirements:
"Practice yur fucking. Ya can do it now or wait until morning."
That was a silly option. We were willin' to show them what we could do
right there, but we were obedient to the coach and headed to our room,
closing neither door, just in case they wanted to peak.
+ +
It was soooo nice to be able to run around without cumbersome cloths
on. Once on the mattress our, warm, stinking bodies slipped into their most
natural locked position and we could feel and hear our hearts pounding. I
reached around and played with Larry's cock. His hand reached around and
was stroking my tender, round, ass. I just loved it when his long finger
nails would just glide across my flesh. It sent chills through my body. I
reached up to pinch his tit but that did nothing for either of us but in
the process, he turned around in my arms and we were in kissing heaven. He
knew just where to begin, at my ears.
This time he was a bit more aggressive, following the act of chewing on his
fathers' balls, and it worked. Sticking the apex of his tongue into my ear
was one thing but nibbling on my ear lobe was something else. Knowing they
were listening, I let out a much louder shrill than was necessary but it
worked. It turned him to do the other ear and there was another shrill.
"Flip or doggie style?" was all he said.
"Flip. I wanna watch your face as you fuck me with your lightening rod of
love."
The phrase even impressed me as I wasn't one for poetry or prose. Did
think it would be a good title for a rock song though. Interestingly I
wasn't a bit tired. I was excited at getting fucked, now that I saw what it
was all about.
Before he flipped me, he gave me the opportunity to cover his cock with my
own saliva. It was kind of fun having a cock in your mouth knowing that
sucking for cum wasn't part of the action. My mind was racing, thinking how
it would look from inside; what it would see up there.
With my knees spread apart and pressing into my chest, he had easy access
to my virgin boy cunt. With his hands on the back of my thighs, he began
to slobber, spit, and probe my hole with his long tongue.
"Ready......"
My responses, again, was louder than necessary,
"AM I READY ?.....maannn, I'm so fuckin' ready, DO IT, FUCK ME. Rip me open
with you're your probe. Fill my ass with your rod of love."
It was a little easier said than done. Openin' your ass to let the waste
escape is one natural thing. Opening it wide enough for a cock to
penetrate is something else. Your sphincter's automatic reaction is to
protect your alimentary channel from intrusions.
After another thrust, Larry said,
"I was just as anxious, actually scared, my first time--last week--and I
was told to relax. . . . . .
I think their watching," Larry
said in a whisper and sure enough, as I turned to make sure; my mind was
distracted and I felt his lance rip into me.
It happened with such force that even Larry got scared and froze, trying to
consider what had just happened. His 7" ridged cock had disappeared and
was now in the caldron of love.
I brought us back to reality with, "WOW ,.... you OK?"
I was flexing my scrotum trying to feel his cock. It worked. He was
beginning to slowly withdraw and it felt like I was being sucked inside
out. I gasped for breath and then there was another penetration but this
time it was much, slower and more gentle.
"OOOOHHHHH that's so much nicer.....do it again."
And he did an' he did, time and time again. He was feeling the same heat
build up I was which meant that he was going faster and faster. He was
pushing my thighs deeper and deeper into my chest and the fuckin' picked up
intensity. Now my ass was rockin' from right to left and yet he was able
to keep up with me. We were experiencing the union of love----two bodies,
so atuned to each other that they both seemed to know just what would give
the other THE most pleasure.
My head was spinnin'. This fuckin' is the greatest thing ever. I couldn't
explain it but since my very first visual contact with Larry, through the
upgrade we've achieved in the past few months, we have gotten better and
better but I was sure it can't get any better than this. The kissing is
great; the tongues are also; then it was his cum and piss. Everything that
was part of him was entering my body and my life. And now this; this
screwin', fuckin' thing.....I felt overwhelmed, amazed, that anything could
be a wonderful and as satisfying as this.
Our faces were joined at the lips; our bodies were intertwined with my
heels locked around his neck and my arms around his chest, squeezing him as
close to me as possible BUT THE most unifying thing was the 7 inches of his
body that was incased in my body----never to leave again. I almost lost
conscious-ness..............I certainly lost all sense of time and where we
were.
As locked together as we were, there was still just enough room to keep the
pumping action going; I could feel his cock-head expanding my channel walls
and the intrusion it made against my intestines. A little like pushing
your finger into a soft balloon wondering if it would pop. It was at that
moment the Larry began to scream and shout:
"OOHH, yea ...OOOHHH YEEEAAAA, It's so fuckin' hot....I'm buring up
....I'mmmmm gonnnna shooooot. Take it all ya, little cunt boy ........
TAKE ALL MY LOVE JUICE....."
That's when I felt the fire. His cum was fillin' my gut with melted wax,
splashing from a burning candle.
My ass was doing its part. My sphincter was tightening down on his royal
rod, forcing every last drop of fuck juice from his body into mine. Like
squeezing a tube of toothpaste and seeing it all shoot out across the
counter. Felt like there was that much of it also.
Larry was exhausted, spent, and just passed out on top of me. I thought it
would be more comfortable with my legs down but I couldn't move them. I
was pinned under his body his cock was still inside me, though I could feel
it getting softer and softer.
My ass was resisting as hard as it could, like a little boy pulling away
from him mom. Finally she, my ass, relented and the boy was allowed to be
free. I didn't hear a pop but I sure did feel the love juice, dripping
from ass. With his fuck rod out, my legs were allowed to drop to the
mattress and we kissed as if in a state of euphoria. Chest abutted to
chest, we could hear and feel our hearts pounding in unison.
Don't know who feel asleep first but I do remember turning in the night and
feeling him slipping into our favorite `spoon' position.
That's the way they say they found us when they got up in the morning; but
they let us sleep until we were ready to wake up.
It was 10:30 the next morning.
This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes:
w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.
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It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
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Chapter Ten Second day in the motel.
Sun coming through the window; it was so late and dark when we got to bed
that we didn't notice that we'd left the draperies completely open. We
awoke at the same time and before we said a word, we kissed each other in
appreciation of everything that had happened last night. Our bodies reeked
of piss.
"OH Larry, I'm sorry: I wanted to and should have done you---given you the
same pleasure you'd given me; sorry...."
"Can't be sorry; you DID give me the pleasure I'd been seeking for months.
All I've ever wanted to do was plug you. Hopin' it was as good as they
said it would be but no one can really describe the euphoria associated
with love-making `tween hyper youths---horny kids. You were fantastic...,"
Sealing it with a sloppy, suckin' kiss.
When we did make it to the table, we could see that Lou and Al had had
something for breakfast. The motel supplied Continental
breakfasts----sweet rolls, coffee and OJ. There was one chocolate and one
sprinkled donut and two glasses of warm OJ on the table.
As we sat down, I noticed that they had moved the coffee table and covered
the carpet with a black vinyl drop cloth. Never saw that before, but
didn't question it, knowing that it would all be explained when necessary.
Lou and Al came to the table with hot coffee AND with tall 8 oz glasses.
They each poured our orange juice into the larger glasses and then we just
watched as they pissed their golden morning urine into it, filling it to
the brim.
The only thing that was said came from Larry: "Thanks. That's a great way
to start the day." And we both consumed a donut and slowly drank the
pissorange juice, smiling and licking our lips.
"Soooo, how'd it go.....tell us all about it......It sounded like you were
havin' fun......heard lots of screams...but they seemed to be ones of joy
and not Pain. Certainly not disgust," Al said and asked
"Had an encounter backfire recently when the chemistry just wasn't right
and there was hurt and repulsion from both guys. That certainly didn't
happen `tween the two of you?" Lou asked rhetorically.
Larry started the babbling, explaining in details, what had taken place
when and by whom. I had to jump in where ever I could to add to the story.
It was fun jabbering like this, so frankly with adults. Hell, we wouldn't
be able to explain much of this to our friends who were always boasting
about nailing this or that chick. Never once did I hear any of the details
we'd just expressed from them but Lou and Al smiled and shook their heads
in complete agreement and pride.
All our cock were semi hard just reliving the telling of it. Al reached
under the table and began to fondle my dick. I spread my knees to give him
easier access.
Larry asked the leading question: "What the plastic cover for?"
"Oh for some games.....can't fuck all day long," Lou said under his breath.
Larry whispered softly....."Why not?"
Al said, "I'm ready for my morning shower and some slippin' `n slidin'" as
he stood in the center of the tarp, playing with his cock.
Lou gulped down the last of his coffee and stepped over to him. We
followed, flippin our cocks, pretty sure of what he was going to do, and he
did. Before he took his last step he began pissing toward Al. Al dropped
to his knees, lower his head. We stood on either side of him and began to
piss all over him. We both needed to go and did we!
In a moment Al leaned back with his arms supporting his titled body and he
opened his mouth wide. Both Larry and I filled Al's mouth to over flowing.
Then Al stood up and wickedly smacked his flaccid cock from thigh to thigh,
splashing the piss that was dripping from his body.
Then Lou took Al's place in the matt knowing what was about to happen. He
aimed his rigged hose toward him and shot THE strongest spray of piss I'd
ever seen. Most piss is in a single stream, about the size of
spaghetti---angle hair at that---but this looked more like it was coming
from a straw; it was that thick and it made a thunderous sound as it
splashed from Lou's body.
For whatever reason, nether Larry or I got to drink directly from either
offering but there was more, much more to come. Lou patted the matt next
to him, splashing the pool of piss that had collected there, indicating
that he wanted me to get down next to him. I did. Larry stood between his
legs and began to piss an arc of warmth and comfort onto our cuddled
bodies.
Al left the room but returned immediately with two huge balloons that were
filled to capacity with what would normally have been water but we knew it
had to be urine. How the hell they'd produced such a quantity, I wouldn't
know until later; it's called `harvesting'.
He tossed one to Lou and I thought it was gonna burst and spray piss every
where, but it didn't. It was a special balloon and had lots of ply in it.
Holding his high above, he punctured it several times with a large darning
needle. It didn't burst but sprayed sever streams of golden piss all over
our bodies. Now we were really able to slip and slide on the plastic. When
that balloon was emptied, I stood up with the other one and pierced it with
holes much closer together so the four sprays of piss landed on our bodies
at the dame time. It DID feel like we were getting pissed on by that many,
much the way we'd felt in the truck stop's men's room. Now Al and Lou were
able to experience that, but as I think about it, I'll bet they'd done this
before and knew the feeling.
Delightfully that scene did take a while and I would l would have been
content with having yet another one emptied on us but the scene was to
continue. When I returned to the matt, I was placed between Lou and Al and
they each positioned us on their stomachs. They began to push and pull us
up and down, splashing more and more piss from the pool that surrounded us,
making the sliding even easier. The caused friction and our bodies
responded by getting our cocks hare and when they touched, they became even
harder. If it had gone on a moment longer, I would have come; I was that
excited and close to shooting. Fortunately they stopped just in time and
now they were on top of us. Well, not their whole weight, but on their
arms and knees, they were able to slide down the length of our bodies,
lapping up the piss as they went BUT when mouth touched cock, the liking
turned into sucking and they were both going at it so furiously that I
thought it was a competition or race.
Larry and I just lay there, in a state of euphoria, enjoying all the
attention.
OH, the difference `tween being sucked by an young, less experienced mouth
and an adult with its experience and larger tongue. These guys were soooo
experienced; they knew just when to stop and they did.
We exchanged positions for the next hour or so and wound up licking bodies
and body parts: faces, ears, arm pits---a new area for each of us---and of
course cock `n balls. Again, we attacked Al's balls as though we were
puppies chewing and shakin' a favorite slipper toy, slipper. He wailed in
appreciation.
"Now this part is certainly NOT for everyone. I don't want you involved in
it until you are completely ready.....understand?...." Lou said sternly, as
he approached Al's upturned ass.
Lou began by sniffing it and then licking it---for a long time. Again there
were the moans of contentment. Saw it, somewhat understood it but
certainly didn't see what was so special or forbidden about it. They
switched positions so that now Al was doing the sniffing and licking. In
appreciation, Lou swished up the spilled piss and spread it over our
bodies. He motioned for me to sit over, on his face. I did and he began
to lick my ass. He held me in the right position. Now I was beginning to
understand what this was about. While it seemed dirty and not sexy, it sure
did feel nice. He was sucking on my ass, sticking his finger and tongue
into me.
He raised me up, to get off him, so Larry could get on him. They must have
done this before because they both seemed much more animated and eager to
squat and rub his ass all over Lou's face. In so doing he reached forward
and wrapped his hands around Al's legs so he could watch Lou eating Al's
ass. I scooted around so I could see it also.
When my focus was able to be withdrawn for that sight, I saw that Al was
licking his fingers. He returned three of them to Lou's butt and shoved
them in and twisted them around. Sure enough they came out, all brown, and
Al licked them clean. I gagged and coughed, trying to control my need to
puke. Couldn't imagine any one licking SHIT from their fingers.
I did lose it but was able make it to the toilet where I puked into the
toilet.
I heard a lot of talking over one another explaining what had happened.
Lou came into the john, asking if I was all right....swearing rapidly about
Al going that far. He'd stepped way over the line.
"I told him to be careful. Your young and very inexperienced. Ya don't
give a kid a car at 14 and tell him to drive; give him a gun and tell him
to shoot a bear. What the hell was he thinking?
"Sorry about that....so very sorry....Ya OK now. Here take this glass of
water: It'll calm down you coughing."
I did and it did.
Al came in and apologized profusely also. He held me close to him and I
could feel the bulk of his cock and balls against my back.
"Lou is so dammed hot. I just love this man and I've wanted to know
everything about his body and the tastes of it. While he was enjoying your
ass, I thought that it was a perfect time to experiment and taste his inner
body. We've played with each other's asses a lot, but have never gone this
far. Guess it was WAY TO FAR for him and for you. Please forgive me. THE
last thing I want is for this to spoil our weekend. We've all had such fun
and I hope we'll be able to have more. Please say something."
"I'm sooo embarrassed. I acted like a kid. If I'm old enough to get, and
deserve to be, fucked, I should be old enough to see adult things. I've
had my fingers up my own ass lots of times and it feels soooo good. I've
sniffed my fingers and know something of the smell----though I admit, it's
not my favorite, at least, not all the time.
"I'm OK now. Sorry for being such a wimp."
"As much as I like the smell of pissy bodies, I also like the communal
showers that clean it all up. Anyone game to shower with me," Al said,
turning on the warm water.
I was the next into the tub, followed by the others; the shower curtain was
drawn around all of us and we eagerly began to lathering up every ones body
but our own. It had an inadvertent effect on all of us. The groping,
exploring, every part of every body brought back the primary reason we were
all there and with warmth of the water and quantity of the suds, washed
away all traces of shit and puke. It all happened very fast. The drying
of each other was also mind redirecting: Al and Lou were smacking each
other with wet towels, leaving white marks while Larry and I cuddled
together wrapping ourselves in the large, soft, towels.
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Chapter Eleven Surprise luncheon
It was getting to be lunch time and while Al and Lou must have something
planned, everything else seemed to be working on a schedule; they weren't
prepared for the next episode.
We headed for the dining table when the house phone rang, saying that our
lunch had arrived.
"We didn't order any lunch," Al said.
"Well there a delivery man here saying that he has a delivery for an
Alberto Marino. Aren't you Al Marino?"
"Yes I am, but I still didn't order any lunch."
"What do you want me to do? Send it back? But the guy says he'll have to
pay for it if he takes it back."
"That's not fair. Send him down," as he hung up saying, we didn't know
what we were doing for lunch and I guess we now have something.
"Should have asked what it is?"
"Better get some shorts or towels on; don't wanna freak the guy out," Al
said as he peaked out the door.
Immediately he closed the door and shouted new directions. "Forget the
towels. Boys, get on the sofa. Lou,..... answer the door and pay the guy."
This all happened in less than a minute. As we sat down on the sofa and as
the door was being answered Al began loudly sucking our cocks!
I could see the door open a little as though Lou was going to just reach
out and take the lunch, but it continued to open completely and there stood
this incredibly handsome guy with a pizza box in his two hands. I could
sense Lou's surprise and enthusiasm as he grabbed the box, drawing the
delivery boy all the way into the room and quickly closing the door, and
even snapping the lock.
"Guys........look who's delivering out lunch.......actually it's what he's
brought us for lunch that really counts."
Arrogantly, Al never took his head from our cocks, but just waved with his
hand to come and join us.
"FUCKIN' yea, I'll join ya!" and with that he dropped the carton on the
table and ripped off his delivery shirt.
"Who do I get?" he said standing right over me.
He was the most handsome guy I'd ever seen, this close, and available. He
looked and spoke as though he was a mere 18 but in fact he was 21. He had a
full head of dark blond, wavy hair; deep, dark eyes; the most perfect bow
shaped lips for kissing. His broad, square chin was complimented by the
ripples in his pecks and large nipples proudly projecting from quarter size
dark brown rings. That's all I could see from my position. He still had
his pants on but that was only gonna last for another ½ minute.
Al was feeling him all over and he just stood there accepting the attention
and investigation. Lou turned from me, to survey the site and I sat up and
reached for the top of his trousers. In one snap they were loose and as Al
already had his thumbs in his waist band, they got pulled to his ankles in
a nanosecond.
He was wearing shinny, silky, shorts that were bright red with a white
waste band that had a name around it; a name I didn't recognize----Calvin
Klein. I wasn't interested in the name as much as I was in the bulge that
was being constrained by his shorts. My full hand wouldn't have covered or
felt half of it.
Al already had that task covered. He was standing right behind him and
wrapped his arm around him to grip, feel, the actuality of what he was
packing. With that much attention being immediately directed to him, he
stepped away from us, slipped his own thumbs into the waste band and drew
them down to his pants. In another two swift moves, he'd slipped off his
sandals and kicked off the rest of his clothing.
Now standing there completely naked and far enough away for us all to see,
observe, he just started playing with himself and our jaws dropped in
unison. Where in the hell did this guy come from---I know from the
restaurant---but even before that. How could any one so beautiful,
handsome, virile, be in our presence?
He was strutting, twisting `n turning on the balls of his powerful, yet,
delicate feet, showing off his best features. Every feature was his best.
We were excited but Al and Lou where out of their minds with lust and
anticipation of what was now available to them.
"WOOOOOW, Oh my g. WWOOOWW! Let's take a break and catch our breaths.
This is all goin' so fuckin' fast that I wanna understand what's goin' on."
Lou said and we all agreed and fell to the nearest soft spot----the lounge
chair and the bed.
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Mark, was his name, and he was accustomed to such a response and began to
settle down the audience by slithering to each one of us and letting us
touch and taste what he really had to offer. Amazingly, his was the only
soft cock in the house. Al's and Lou's were drippin' pre cum. He wound up
at the kitchen table and began to open it.
Don't know whether it was the enticing pizza smell or the action of his
body that made us come to attention, but we did and we all gathered around
the table. I recognized that gleam in Lou's eyes. Slipping the pizza from
the carton, he placed it right in front of his prick, saying,
"I'm sure you've made it with peppers, but I have a way of adding a special
spice that will drive ya crazy."
Al knew the next step and stood next to him and together they began jackin'
off. The three of us were intrigued at what it was gonna taste like. In a
matter of a minute, they were both grunting and shouting expletives and
shooting wad after wad of creamy cum all over the pizza. While it had
looked typically shinny from the grease, it now looked as glazed as an
Easter Ham.
While we each reached for a piece, Al brought back beers and sodas from the
frig. The ymmmmms and ahhhaaaaas, along with the popping of cans continued
with each piece and the explanation of how this all came to be was given by
all involved.
When Mark saw us come into the restaurant he suspected something was
different and he cajoled our waitress to let him take over. And yes, he
did recognize the magazine that Al had shown us. He recognized it because
he was in it; while not the centerfold, he was nude, showing off his butt
and back and a couple of other handsome, non sexual poses. He's actually a
wanna-be actor-dancer but also a model and does waiting to keep him alive.
Waiting pays him well. He'd also overheard a few of our remarks that may
not have had any meaning or interest to anyone else but they blew his mind
realizing that two `dads' were with their very young sons talking about
doing such things.
The hints, flirts, looks, and stairs that were shared lead him to believe
that there just might be a possibility in making another connection. Why
else would Al have said where they were staying? (Motel 66 in St. Louis) He
checked which the 66 chain and found out where we were staying; He took the
day off and drove down, with this kind of a surprise plan.
"I just NEVER could have imagined that it would all fall into place so
quickly. Any other time he'd followed his sexual whims, it turned out to
be much more complicated: Were you to meet your wives here? Would you be
just one night and be gone by the time he got here?
"Guess not.....looking around at the setting and seeing us all naked as
jaybirds." He explained and asked,
"Now what about you? What's your story?"
Al and Lou took turns filling him in on what the major plan was but not the
details of the results we were hoping to achieve---`Successful completion
of the club's qualification requirements: That of having consensual sex
with a minor.'
"We're bringing our sons out and just wanted a special weekend to play
around together. (Explaining the uncle and friend relationship would only
have confused the issue. Besides it turn-ed Lou and I on, thinking we were
father and son.)
Any chance you can stay and play with us?"
"I think my cock has the answer to that," as he stood up with his massive
hard-on swaying over the empty paper plate.
There was a long, thin, line of cream colored juice dripping all the way
down to the table but before it could land there, fingers from each of our
hands reached for and got it.
Lou looked around at each of us licking our fingers, asking, as though he
needed approval,
"Shall we let him play with us?" and cynically adding, "Think he as
anything to offer?"
This whole thing countermanded all the prep work Lou had made about how to
attract a guy and be sure he was willing and able to perform. In a couple
of hours, at the restaurant and now here, we'd done what should have taken
days of get-to-gathers. We'd attracted the most beautiful stud into our
web and were gonna devour him..... alive.
The adults had asked his preferences since they were quite experienced in
all aspects of sexual games and could accommodate almost anything.
Mark was a little shy in answering but said his preference was to fuck and
get fuck in either order. He also liked to suck and be sucked but he'd much
prefer shooting in a warm body, ESPECIALLY young bodies like ours. He
asked, in almost disbelief, if they would actually allow, permit, him to
play with the boys. His only experience with a youth was when he was
having his way with a child, the older brother, his friend, discovered them
in the simple act of sucking and a huge blowup ensued. Their whole
relationship changed and not for the best. Mark's cock was so desirable
that his friend continued seeing Mark but only when his younger brother was
no where around.
"I've been fascinated with young bodies, since I was there age and always
wanted an older guy, especially a man, to be attracted to me and show me
the ropes. But that never happened."
That should have been enough but Lou, ever the aggressor, bluntly asked,
"Had any experience, interest in, water sports?"
That's usually the turn around question. The one that sends newbie's out
the door but everything else was going in our favor and this was no
different.
"Fucking yea. Love the feel, smell and taste of manly fluids. Take all I
can get, though it's mostly my own and after lusting after youthful cocks
and asses, I lust after all their excrements.
"If you're suggesting that that could be part of the deal, I'm freaked out
in wild anticipation!"
"Well, today is your lucky day. Our boys are very experienced and eager to
discover new cocks and the minds that controls' them; aren't you boys?" Al
said, cocking his head toward Mark.
Larry knew something of the set up. I was kind of new to all of this but
knew from recent events that all you had to do was ask or say what it is
you want. He bluntly asked,
"We'd like to fuck ya and have you fuck us.....in front of our dad's.
"Think ya could do us both?" I injected.
That would wind up being the more ridiculous question of the weekend.
`Turns out Mark is a hyper info manic, like Lou. No one has ever been able
to satisfy him and he'd had no trouble satisfying all he was interested
in. This evening was no exception as you'll read.
"Can I have ya both at the same time? One can fuck me while I suck the
other one and then ya can switch?" he suggested.
Larry injected, "Ya'll have to empty our bladders too."
With the biggest smile, showing his brilliant white teeth, he chuckled,
"Bring it on.....BRING IT ALL ON!"
"Sounds like a good deal to me," Lou offered as a coach-owner ready to sign
the player's contract.
"Think there's more room, comfort, in the king bed." And that's where we
headed.
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Mark leaned over the side of the mattress, spreading his legs apart and
exposing the most magnificent ass I'd ever seen. It was tan all over
telling us that he didn't wear a suit, while sun bathing. He was completely
shaven. There wasn't a speck of hair anywhere, even in his arm pits. There
was a rich brown ring around his hole that caught my attention. Lou
referred to it as his `aureole' or halo `round his `glory hole'.
Larry got first fuck. He spit on his cock and hand, transferring it to
Mark's ass. Mark said he had some lub in his pants pockets but Lou reached
for his stash on the night stand. He applied some to Larry's throbbing
cock and Mark eager hole. It was a very easy insertion. Ya could tell this
vagina had had lots of experience. He wiggles his ass, saying, `welcome to
The Pleasure Palace' and seemed to suck his cock in rather than having it
forced in.
Mark looked for me and I knew he wanted us both at the same time so I
climbed onto the mattress and kneeled in front of him. He spread my legs a
little further apart and he began by licking up one thigh and down the
other, skipping the groin for the moment. That was a new sensation but one
I was certainly gonna remember. On his return trip, he sucked in my cock
with his mouth only; his hands were pressing into the top of my thighs. As
was expected, he was an excellent sucker and his head was bobbing with the
rhythm of Larry's fuckin'. The bed was bouncin'.
I could see Al and Lou at the side of the bed. They were pounding each
other harder than I'd ever see it done before, but both sets of eyes were
focused on the fuckin' and suckin' that was goin' on in front of them.
Their groins and asses where making a slapping, smacking, sound that only
enhanced the rhythm the three of us were achieving. Larry had the wisdom
of knowing a good thing when he had it and backed off long before he was
ready to shoot; I took it as a sign to do the same; not to shoot just yet.
It was now my turn to fuck an ass. Mark certainly didn't know it but all
my experience was visual. With his hole as moist as it was from the
previous work, my 6 1/2" slid in effortlessly and I was able to pump my
hips rapidly. I slowed down to match the timing of the others. The
feeling of my hands on his waist giving me power over this stud, was
amazing. I felt so much like one of the guys being able, being allowed, to
perform in this manner. Power I'd never before experienced. They I saw Lou
and Al disengage and I suspected that they wanted their turn at this studs
ass. I with drew and even before Mark could change his position, Al and
Lou took their turns at fucking this stud's ass. Because they were so much
larger Mark recognized the difference, saying,
"OH YEA rip me open; spread my ass....shove `em in together."
That comment caught my attention! TWO cocks at the same time in the same
ass.....was that even possible? Maybe Larry's and mine but certainly not
Lou and Al's.
After the 2nd or 3rd round of this I asked if it were possible to take two
at the same time?
"Sure....."Wanna see?" he said proudly as he positioned the players.
He had Al and Lou lay on the floor and even before he could explain the
position, they were in it. Apparently they'd done it before so I knew it
was possible and were anxious to experience it again.
There legs were intersected as though you slipped your hands together,
separating your fingers. Their cocks and balls were abutted. One of their
hands was holding the cocks together and sure enough Mark straddled them
both and squatted down, forcing their cock into his now well oiled cavern
of an ass at the same time. It only took a moment until he'd consum-ed
their length and girth.
"Ready `ta give your jockey a ride.......the ride of a lifetime?" he said
with a smirk or chuckle in his voice.
And he began pumping up and down, faster and faster. His elbows were
resting on his knees and yes, he did look like a jockey heading for the
finish line. I was enthralled, to say the least.
I remember most of the details of the weekend but I lost count on how many
times Mark had been fucked or had fucked each of us. I know, `cause as
excited as I was, I shot three time into his mouth and cunt. And he never
wanted a moments rest. As we were catching our breaths, he was fucking or
getting' fucked by our `dads'. Then he pulled us back to him, begging for
boy cock piss.
I eagerly gave him what he was waiting for: boy's piss. When Larry saw or
heard him gulping down my urine, he stood next to me and sure enough...not
only was he capable of taking two cocks up the ass, he was able to drink
from two spigots at the same time. That was a delightful experience for us
and an intro to our `fathers' for future use. "I'd expected much less from
a kid but you two are something else. Where, how'd, you learn to hold that
much, be that rich, and piss that long?
"You're fantastic!"
But the thing that really turned him on was fuckin' our tender young ass'.
That's when he wailed to loudest and the longest. I know that he shot
three loads into me and probably another three into Larry because while the
others' were fuckin him, Larry and I were sucking his cum outta our asses.
Toward the end of the evening, (we'd completely fucked through dinner
preferring to live on cum) Marks loads were becoming thinner and weaker but
only in quality.....not in quantity.
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"Guys.....this has been THE best session I have EVER had. Not only with
four at the same time but with kids; I'll never forget this and I can't
thank ya enough for allowing me to play with you. I know it wasn't on your
schedule and I hope you're able to complete it.
"I do have to think about leaving....I have more pizzas to deliver," he
said with a silly chuckle. We laughed together.
Names and address' were exchanged with assurances that we'd do it again
real soon........I suggested tomorrow.....and there was another round of
laughter.
This story has to get on but I have to mention that yes, I did get to
sample his `bow' lips and yes they were incredible. He'd also accepted
several smacks across the ass from Al, which made him jump, but he force
his target of an ass outward again, asking for more, and the more he got
the more he loved it.
Mark dressed and left but left me his red jockeys as a trophy.
+ +
It was past our normal bed time but a lot earlier than last night so when
we did say good night and headed to our own sleeping, playing, area we
where able to cuddle together and go over all the things that had just
happed to both of us. Lulls in our conversation where cause by the urge to
kiss. We did a lot of that but I never got tired of it. A small part of
each of us was exchanged each time we did it.
"You've seen how many times Mark was able to take it up the butt; well that
doesn't happen over night. You've got to be prepared to accept that many
sizes of cocks. Uncle Lou gave me these dildos to practice on and I'm
passing `em on to you. Let me try them and see if they're right for you?"
Larry said as he took two from the night stand drawer.
The first cock was quite long but about the thickness of my own cock. It
was also quite soft or pliable and went in easily.
"As good as that must feel, I think you can take more than that," and he
spit on the next one.
It was most unusual. I'd never seen anything like it and if he weren't
the one demonstrating it, I would never have guessed what it was for or how
to use it.
It was a good 9" long or high and parts of it were at least 2 ½" in
diameter with a smaller part only 1 ½" dia. It reminded me of the `lava'
lamps we had on the T.V. in our house. A glass projectile that had
different kinds of oil in them and when heated by the lamp in its base, one
oil would heat up and makes all sorts of shapes at it rose to the top. It
came to a point at the apex from a much wider base.
Even with all the use my ass had been put through today, it took some doing
to get it in my tender young ass. It was resisting such a large protrusion
but if you think I was gonna whine about a little pain, after what I'd just
seen stud Mark take, you are mistaken. This much pain must just be part of
growin' up.
"Shove it in, I can, I will be able to take it." And he did and it did hurt
like hell. Felt like I'd just gotten kicked in the balls.
"I'm sure it hurts and feels like you've just you've just sat on an ear of
corn----I know that's how I felt the first time Lou forced it into my ass
and it wasn't even this large. You are really something else: a genuine boy
pussy---a freaking whore."
I was proud of that description. That's what I want to be; guess that's
what I've always wanted to be but just didn't know it. With Mark, now, as
an example, being able to take that many cocks in that short a time, I knew
that was my ambitions: to be the family slut; a bitch for all to use and
admire.
"Sleep with this and by tomorrow you ass will become so comfortable with it
that it will whine for it's return when you take it out," he said as he
rolled over and handed me the other dildo, pleading with me to shove that
one up his ass; all the way up.
I did, eagerly, but then stopped when half of it was inside me but he kept
begging for more and more. I couldn't believe he was able to take it all.
That's when he knelt on the bed, exposing his ass for a more direct, easy,
access----or so I thought but it was actually to give direct access to his
smaller, upper, intestines.
Now it was he who was wincing or holding back for the pain of it all, but
he insisted that I continue until the whole 14" of this Anaconda reptile
was completely in his ass had closed around it so it couldn't escape during
the night.
We drifted off into fantasy land, feeling our cunts expanding for the next
onslaught of manly fucking by our `dads'.
This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes:
w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.
IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
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Chapter Twelve The deed is done.
Every one slept in the next morning. We'd been so sexually and emotionally
spent from the surprising events of the previous day that our minds and
bodies needed that extra time to return to what ever normal was in this
situation.
(The following is told by my best friend, lover, Larry:)
We were the first otta bed and I (Larry) went to the adults bedroom. I
found them awake but in the same `spoon' position we'd just been in. What
a strange, thrilling, sight to see your own dad being held by another man.
It made the whole world seem right.
"High there..........you guys have a restful night? Didn't hear much from
your room----certainly not like last night?" was Lou's opening remark.
"OH yea, we had a great time and visions of `sugar-plums' were dancing in
my head, all night long.
"I know we have to head back home today and I was just checking on the
schedule," and then added an amazingly blunt question.
"We've certainly taken quantum leaps in the last few days to know what it
was all about. How and what to do seems perfectly obvious to both of us
and I was anxious to get on with it. (My heart would brake if the opposite
feelings were felt by my dad.)
So THE question to you and dad is:,
"Are we gonna be able to get the `qualifying' fuck in before we leave?"
(In order to join their `Boys Club' ya had to have sexual consensual
relations with a youth, preferably with a son.)
Dad was the first outta bed and as I blurting out my questions, and he
pulled me toward him. He wrapped his strong arms around me and began to
pat my full, tender, ass cheeks.
"OH my-o-my; what do we have here? Is this what I think it is? Have you
been practicing?" and he twisted and turned the bulbous dildo in my ass.
I'd actually forgotten that it was there. As I walked to their room, my
ass did feel packed but I thought that was just from all the fucking that
we'd done the day-night before.
"YEA, well, it was suggested that this would help in taking your enormous
rod-of-love. Ya can take it out now as I'm sure I'm ready.....if you are?"
He did just that; with one gentle, firm, pull, it came out with a
resounding `POP' and dad showed it to Lou and they both began licking my
ass juice from it; both wallowing in joy and anticipation.
"While you guys take your morning piss-shower, I'm gonna slip on pants and
bring back some breakfast from the lobby," was Lou's parting remark.
We did and he did.
Even though it was late for continental breakfast, there was a lot still
there. We each had several donuts and fresh fruit. The consummate showoff,
Lou, slipped off his jeans while we poured coffee, and shoved a whole, very
firm, pealed banana up his ass. It would have time to mix with the pizza
shit that had been there since yesterday.
As excited as I was, we were, about the prospect of getting on with the
feature attraction of the trip, we took time to go over the fantastic
things that had happened to all of us yesterday and suggest how we were all
going to pursuer our new found pleasures---especially the ones involving
Mark.
Dad finally said, "That's all fine but I think it's about time for the
fireworks to bring this `series' to an end.
"I want this to be VERY personal, intimate, so if you don't mind---looking
at Lou me---I'd prefer to have intercourse with my son in the privacy of
the master bedroom. I know, from the full ass that Lou now has, that you
two will find things to do on your own."
And that was the plan and it was most successful.
(Without diluting the impact of the actual act, suffice it to say that Lou
and I really got into nasty shit, for the first time, as he fed me his
chocolate covered banana.)
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Dad put his arm around my (Larry's) neck and we headed for the master
bedroom.
His first direction was,
"You take a shit while I get things ready."
"Ya want me to leave it? Not flush?"
"Yea, come to think of it, your uncle might have some use for it. Don't
flush."
There have been so many references to such acts that I was dying to know
what that was all about but certainly wasn't gonna interrupt this act by
asking questions now.
As I came outta the bathroom, he was sitting on the end of the bed, smiling
and slightly bobbing his head, saying,
"Oh Larry,......you're ONE FUCKING HOT little boy....This is gonna be fun."
I got onto the mattress and laid back with my hands under my head, watching
his every move.
My father was not one to mince words. He didn't have a romantic word in his
vocabulary; he came right to the point. There was no need to pussy foot
around. We'd had enough sexual encounters this weekend to know the score so
he simple said (for the recording),
"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass. As gently and slowly as possible but I AM
gonna fuck you! If you're not willing or don't feel up to it, now is the
time to simply say NO."
He waited for my answer but he didn't have to wait long `cause I reached
out for him and said,
"OH YEA, I want your cock up my ass. YES, YES, please fuck me DAD!"
He slid me a little further down to the end bed and lifted my legs over my
body. He knelt down and began to lick 'n suck my asshole'. It felt
fantastic. I'd rubbed my ass a little like that when wiping my butt, but
as he continued, it felt better and better. He was sticking his tongue into
my hole. I had no idea it would feel that good. Then he put some KY lotion
on his fingers and shoved two then three and finally, all four into my ass,
stitching my sphincter. It felt like I was forcing a huge, hard, load of
shit from my body. It simultaneously felt good and bad; it hurt and yet I
was enjoying it.
He stopped for a moment to suck my cock into his mouth and began to nibble
on my foreskin. That also hurt but drew attention from the pain in my
ass. I loved it. Was this what masochistic pain was all about?
While he was doing this, he was also coating his rod with KY lotion and
then the soft, sweet, question---as when he held the backyard swing I was
sitting on, high over his head, ready to release it and have me sail down,
out, and up into outer space,
"READY........................................................"
"I didn't hear your answer....READY?"
"OH yea, I"M READY for you to shove your cannon into my hole and blow me to
smithereens."
I was expecting that sort of a penetration but he was very slow and gentle
but also very deliberate. I could sense that there was no way he was gonna
stop until he was buried completely into my young, tender 14 year old body.
While he had total control over my body there was the added sensation of
being 'pinned' by him with his large arms circling my thighs, forcing them
against my stomach and chest. Even while he was sliding more and more of
it into my ass, he was able to reach forward and kiss me on the lips. It
was more of a peck; we were both concentrating on the fucking process---not
the romantic kissing process.
After a few minutes and my body had gotten use to this intrusion, he picked
up the pace and began to pump his rod, in and out of my hungry ass. The
more he did it the easier it got and the more excited I got. There was
heat building up and by the time we'd done this for few minutes, my ass
seemed to take over and I felt like my shit tube was sucking his cock.
Then the mental clang of the bell rang loud and clear....for the final
round.
"OH FUCKING, MAN O-LIVE. You're one tight pussy but you are now going to
be mine, ALL MINE. TAKE IT.....TAKE IT ALL BITCH. Tell me how much ya
want it."
"YEA OH yes FUCK ME FUCK ME..............and then a final scream with no
coherence, FUCKING,.....SONOFA......BITCH, I WANNA BE YOUR BOY BITCH......
We were in such a state of frenzy, I had no idea of what was
happening....of who was doing what to whom. I think I felt my father's
cock pulsating even more than before, shooting rod after rod after rod of
his cum into my ass. The only thing I knew for certain, I was on fire. My
ass as burning and his cock was sliding in and out of my ass with such ease
that I thought his whole body was gonna slip into my ass hole....or....that
his massive hose was gonna siphon me in-side-out. No matter......I wanted
it either way.
He collapsed to the side of me, allowing one leg to fall to the mattress
while he laid over the other. Such a position drew his softening cock from
my asshole. The next moment he was ling right next to me and both my legs
and arms were free. We were both panting for air and our hearts were
pulsating loudly.
He raised his head up, supporting it his hand and forearm. As his
sparkling brown eyes were looking into mine, his other hand, his gentle
fingers, were circling the cum I'd shot while he was shooting. I was so
focused on being fucked by my dad that I didn't realize that I'd cum. I was
so turned on that I'd delivered a whole days supply----which recently had
gotten to three shots a day.
He bent down and licked it all from my stomach and chest, delivering every
other swipe to my mouth so I could suck it all back. There were three such
deliveries and I'd never tasted better, richer, cum.
That was my first fuck from my father; the most memorable one of my
life. Neither of our lives are ever going to be the same again and that was
the best, most lasting part of it all.
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This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies. Be forewarned that it includes:
w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.
IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.
It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.
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Chapter Thirteen
On to getting my dad into the `Boys' Club'.
The ride home was physically uneventful. While we did use the facilities
there wasn't any showmanship in it. We didn't want anything to dilute what
had just happened. We did stop at Mark's café but he wasn't working that
shift. If we'd left our name, he'd be crushed that he hadn't been there to
serve us. There again, that would have been anticlimactic. Just referr-ing
to him and suggesting when we'd all get together again was enough of a
stimulus.
What was covered in great detail was the explanation of all those other
words that Larry and I, mostly I, wanted definitions for. This shit thing:
leaving our turds in the toilet. The harvesting of that extra balloon piss
also was explained. That'll all be covered in yet another story, chapter.
When Larry thanked his uncle Lou for bringing him to that level of sexual
prowess ness, I felt comfortable in describing, in great detail how, this
morning, Lou had eaten, sucked from my ass, all the pizza that had been
stored there.
"He licked my dirty ass so clean that when my ass finally did land back on
the sheets, there wasn't one skid mark of shit.
"He let me taste my own shit by cleaning the cock that had just fucked me.
I'd had a few opportunities to sample my own turds previously and while I
thought it was disgusting and perverted, something no one else would ever
do, I was looking forward to where this was going to take me.
"I didn't have long to wait. He asked me if I was ready and of course I
shook my head rapidly, as my tongue was still licking his cock."
"He knelt and bent on the mattress, exposing his ass. I squatted behind him
and just starred at the wonder in front of me. I began to lick his hairy
ass cheeks and got to the intended target: his glory hole. It smelled a
lot like mine----at least my fingers when I'd taken them from finger
fucking my own hole---and I was pleased; looking forward to the next step.
"He guided me every step of the way; telling me in detail what to expect
and what to do or not to do. I could stop any time I wanted. That was a
laugh. I would have done anything for this coach---ANYTHING!
"A little of his shit juice had escaped as the banana softened in his shit
and that tasted good, so I dug on for the what ever else he had to offer.
The tip of the banana appeared, pushing out a lump of dark brown shit.
That lump and a piece of the body fruit I bit off I swallowed immediately.
His advice was to slow down, move it around in my mouth and get the full
taste, texture, of the meal. I did and it was fantastic. I really couldn't
tell which was the soft banana and which was his pizza shit.
"He wouldn't let me have the whole banana as this was my first experience
and my stomach had to get used to this new food source. He let it lay there
on a towel but he did get off the bed and when he'd returned from the
kitchen he had a plate with just one knife and fork.
"This is what I'd harvested from you dump last night. It's had time to dry.
Al and I ate most of it last night but I wanted to save this much, just in
case it would be useful in this next demonstration," he explained as he sat
the game table that was in the room.
"This is definitely not for you just yet; certainly NOT in this quantity,
but just to demonstrate that it is possible for those `perverts' who are
into this level of raunch, to consume shit, this casually."
And with that he casually sliced up a 6" long rod of my shit and 6" of
Larry's as though they were sausages you'd eat at any meal. They were
solid and dry, which cause him to ask me to piss in the water glass so he'd
have something to wash it down with. I gladly accommodated him.
With in a few minutes and several smiles of content-ment, he polished off
the whole plate of shit. He licked his lips and handed me the plate so I
could lick it clean.
"Deed well done; mission accomplished," was his comment but adding,
"Lou told me that Larry has had just as much experience as I'd now had and
added that where we go from here is completely up to us. It certainly
isn't for everyone and even when it is, it has to done after long periods
of waiting, and anticipation. Your body has to develop a taste for it.
Understand?"
"YES, coach, we understand," came from the back seat of the car.
"But I have to tell you that I've sampled my own several times before but
was afraid to let anyone know. Now that I know it's OK, I can comfortably
explore it with Larry."
Larry reached for my hand and squeezed it and we kissed.
With such comments being made in the car, on the ride home, we both scooted
to the edge of the back seat and wiggled outta our jeans. We began to play
with each others ass holes. With in a minute we both had a lump of shit in
our hands and were offering it to each other. Not one word was spoken
between us. As usual, with just did it and it was always accepted.
We even went back for a second serving and that's when Al, watching and
describing the whole thing as it were another sports event, asked,
"How about the bleachers? Don't ya want to share with the fans."
And with that we each pushed hard to get every last bit of shit from our
bodies into our hands and then offer it to the `fans'. There were cheers
of excite-ment from all the fans. While Lou was driving, Al fed him all he
wanted. `Cause this was as fresh and soft as it gets, there wasn't the
same need for piss to wash it down. Besides, we didn't have anything to
piss in. That was a new rule in each of their cars: always have a mug or
cup ready to relieve the pressure of a full bladder.
When we did finally get home---it was very late---Mom was waiting for us
and had kept a meal warm but we all agreed that we were full and couldn't
eat one more thing. She acknowledged how much we were smiling,
"You must have had a great time at the games. You really know how to play
hard and pull off winning games," she said, putting away the meal.
Very interesting comment `cause we were all so attuned to our other
interests, we'd never turned on the T.V. once. We had no idea what any of
the scores were--at least not theirs. Ours we knew emphatically.
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( on to getting next candidate into the club)